Last Sunday, Kanye West did something that sent the pop culture world into a frenzy.
He committed the unthinkable. He interrupted someone.
For those that don’t know the specifics, Kanye West burst on stage in the middle of Taylor Swift’s Video Music Awards acceptance speech, grabbed the microphone and said Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time.
Uncalled for, certainly. But I was hardly offended, even though I’m a (gulp) big Taylor Swift fan.
I thought it was funny, and just another big-headed, disillusioned celebrity being a moron. I never could have imagined the ensuing backlash.
Who knew this many Americans were so passionate about the hurt feelings of a 19-year-old girl they’ve never met?
Facebook statuses and Twitter exploded with people lambasting Kanye’s actions.
The public responses ranged from the civil, P. Diddy: “I’m gonna say this, we should always have respect for each other! End of discussion,” to the insane, Pink: “Kanye West is the biggest piece of s*** on earth. Quote me,” to the hilarious: Ricky Martin: “Kanye – kanye what an a****** dude.”
But the most interesting thing (aside from the fact that MTV evidently still plays music videos) is how passionate non-celebrities got about the whole situation.
I don’t understand our country’s celebrity obsession in the same way I don’t understand some girls’ affinity for exclamation points in texts and using more letters than necessary to ssspell outtt what they neeeeed to sayyy.
It happens, and there has to be some sort of reason for it. It’s just over my head.
Case in point: Somebody actually wrote a Craigslist posting titled “Kanye Sucks!” at 12:30 a.m. the night of the VMAs.
Someone, who is at least smart enough to use a computer, took the time out of their day to write an inane, rambling post that touched on racism, South Carolina Rep. Joe Wilson’s outburst and a suggestion of our nation’s devolution into another civil war.
I’m serious. Look it up.
More insanity erupted involving football player Shawne Merriman.
Last week he was accused by his girlfriend, reality TV star Tila Tequila, of domestic abuse.
The case has since been dropped, but at the time it received a ton of media attention, unlike dozens of other accusations involving athletes that aren’t nearly as reported.
Because who cares if you beat your girlfriend if she isn’t famous?
Also last week, one of the featured news stories on CNN was LA Laker Lamar Odom getting engaged to Khloe Kardashian, who after a quick Internet search, I found is a “celebutante” and “socialite.”
Really? Who finds that news useful?
And there’s no end in sight. Our obsession with celebrities has moved past real celebrities and on to fabricated ones.
If I’m in the grocery store checkout line and I see one more magazine with Jon or Kate or Octomom on the cover, I swear to Heidi Montag I’ll go on a Chris Crocker-esque tirade.
See? I’m actually mad at myself for understanding that sentence.
Why are we so consumed by the lives of these people? What makes us so interested in the minutiae of their day-to-day lives? Is it that ours are so mundane by comparison?
I hope not. Just look around. I’m sure you can find just as much drama, conflict and humor in you and your friends’ lives.
Just because it’s not televised, doesn’t make it unimportant or not worth paying attention to.
There are definitely better ways to spend our time than reading about and discussing the trials and tribulations of public figures.
So let’s move past Kanye’s freak-out. He’s heard enough. And we’ve got bigger problems to address.
Besides, he’s probably just upset that everyone still thinks he’s a gay fish.